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To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers |
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To emo kids that got too many feelings |
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He held the register open while he counted her change |
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I was next in line which meant I was invisible |
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From where I stood I could see that the till was full |
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He didn't look the type to play superhero |
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So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes |
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Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath |
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Fangles in my head, shake the song off |
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Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk |
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A car pulled up, a fixed up cutlass |
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A woman and a child climbed out and left it running |
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They went inside of the deli, placed an order |
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With the extra dollar fifty bottled water cuz the daughters picky |
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When they came out mommy gave me a glance |
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That said man can love an angel but he's got to take the chance |
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Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walk |
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So they got back in the oldsmobile, belted up, and took off |
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Thug love on the corner by the walgreens |
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Lookin at me like I'm just another square saltine |
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As I get closer I notice that they showin each other sketches |
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Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots |
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I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce |
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Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis |
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Respect the life and the fashions of the children |
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It's the only culture I've got, exactly what we've been buildin |
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All of a sudden I'm in front of some man |
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No he's a youngin but he's got a gun in his hand |
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He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid |
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Immediately apprehensive til I heard him say |
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"Do you want this It's not mine I promise |
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I found it on my block in between a couple garages |
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Didn't wanna leave it for a child to stumble over |
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I don't even know how to hold it." |
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It was a thirty eight, the poor mans machete |
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Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected, |
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wedged it behind my belt buckle |
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knowin that its evil, even thought that I could smell trouble |
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the extra strength felt weak, |
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but over there on the corner saw what I needed and proceeded to cross the street |
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put the heat in the mail box to loose it |
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figured that the post office knows whats best to do with it |
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Mosey down the road thinkin' bout the old |
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I use to roam this zone with two feet of snow |
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Right here, this use to be a record shop |
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I've gotten love, I've gotten drunk, I've gotten beat up in that parking lot |
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I've had my lake street pride for three decades |
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These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days |
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Before I was a germ learnin how to misbehave, |
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All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place |
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Took a right on Lyndale I'm getting near |
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But then the road became empty and the people disappeared |
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The clouds ran away, opened up the sky |
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And one by one I watched every constellation die |
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And there I was frozen, standin in my backyard |
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Face to face, eye to eye, starin' at the last star |
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I should've known, walked all the way home |
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To find that she wasn't here, I'm still all alone |
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No matter where I am, no matter what I do |
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I'm always coming back home to you |
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They can leave me for dead they can take away my true |
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I'm always coming back home to you |
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Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew |
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I'm always coming back home to you |
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As sure as the life in the garden that you grew |
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I'm always coming back home to you |
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No matter where I am, no matter what I do |
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I'm always coming back home to you |
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If only I had known what you already knew |
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I'm always coming back home to you |
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From the heaven I've had to the hell I been through |
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I'm always coming back home to you |
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I'm always coming back home to you |
